Medusa stone.

Medusa stone hidden In trees hollowed crown 

Turning tail like a crooked sixpence 

a face like a fallen ashen tree.

Jekyll are jokers Weathering the smoke 

filled darkened room Those Fawning arms draped 

Around a old tomorrow of false blinking eyes.

The oldest dog alive is aware of those printed tricks

In comic strips.

Floating armadas lost stations panoramic scenes 

a contribution a bubble in a shoe Made it through another night 

drinking from ned Kelly’s  tartan flasks.

A devil may care attitude couldnt mask 

that smile at the copper coated doors.